I’ve always wanted to write that, ever since I read my first hardboiled detective novel. Anyway, the jig was up, and I was left staring down two very pissed off angels who knew who and what I was. So things were indeed likely to get very messy in the next few minutes. Let me see if I can put this in a way you’ll dig. A dictator attacks the United States of America pretty much unprovoked. The President leads a return assault on the dictator’s home soil. The two armies engage in some pretty bloody fighting that lasts years and costs millions of Americans their lives. It’s brutal and changes the landscape of America. Then one day, a couple of Navy Seals guys who’ve seen years of combat are sitting in a sleazy bar when they recognize the dictator’s son sitting at another table. I mean, this thing could only end one way. I really couldn’t blame the angels when they charged me. But I didn’t like it when the first angel grabbed me by the throat with his big hand, cutting off my breath, and the other one started laying into me.
